I'm 46, and I'm just gonna say it ~ I'm not a fan of the aging process. What I'm about to describe may sound superficial and vain. I'm OK with that, one of the benefits of being "mature" is caring a little less about what others think, at least about certain things.
- I hate the little lines around my lips. I'm not really happy about any of the lines on my face but the ones here especially bug me. I would trade these for cellulite someplace else. S0 yes, I hate them a lot.
- I am very conscious of what appears to be a problem remembering names and various other details. Yikes. This one actually scares me a little.
- My knees are beginning to hurt sometimes. Especially when I do lunges (which I hate) and squats (which I need to continue doing).
- Wearing reading glasses is not fun. Needing them to even set the temperature on the oven is actually distressing.
- Losing these last extra pounds seems harder than ever.
- I am sure there are a few more things, but I cant remember what they are right now.
A few positives about being "mature", or "wise" as some say...
- The fact that I'm getting older is a good thing...it means I'm still aging.
- Even as I'm less confident in superficial areas, I am more confident in areas that actutually matter.
- I care less about pleasing others and now just simply care more for others.
- Although this last 20 pounds is the hardest to lose, I weigh much less at 46 than I did at 36; which means I am healthier...despite the cry of my knees, eyes and mind.
- In a few vulnerable confessions to others my age, I have discovered I am not alone in not
remembering stuff. If I could remember who shared this, I would thank them.
- When I smile, the lines I hate most almost disappear. Not completely, but enough that I smile more.
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